Anothergotham. Gordon-Wayne backyard. Please Please Don't Insist

[ssjmihoshi]

Continued from Part 1: Working With A Bat



Upstairs

Bree: *comes outside and holds up a tablet, on which is the lady that Recon wanted to speak to* There you are.

Recon: *in full geek-out mode* Miss Carter it is such a pleasure to talk to you I haf been vatching your show efer since I came to sis planet, vell before really... *prattles on*

Bree: *watches for a moment, and then goes to scare the ever loving bibble out of Eve. Again*


a couple hours later

Bree: *reading a large book with small print as she sits where a little girl should not have been able to ascend to*

Bob: *steps outside with Rachel, then looks up at the roof and groans*

Rachel: *looks a lot less excited now. Raises an eyebrow at the child* Good thing you don't have neighbors.

Recon: ...and vhen you vere riding sat motorcycle through se testing grounds, you dodged all sose missiles vithout efen radar! Sat vas incredible! *yes, she's still prattling away*

Bree: *looks down* *lifts small brows* *back to book!*

Bob: *deep sigh* I wish you wouldn't do that, Bree.

Bree: *without looking away from her book* I won't fall.

Bob: *deep sigh and forces himself to just not look*

Rachel: *laughs warmly* Looks like she takes after a few people.

Bob: *shakes his head* She's a younger version of the boss. I'd feel sympathy for Alfred, but he doesn't care about kids on the roof.

Rachel: I guess not, at this point. *notices Recon* What is she doing?

Recon: ...I maybe come see you, not now I mean, but vhen I haf time... If you haf time! I know you're very busy...

Bob: *looks over and snerks* Fangirling.

Rachel: *raises an unimpressed eyebrow* Really?

Bob: Really. *hears a little chirp from above and holds out his arms. Catches a Bree and sets her on the ground*

Bree: *thanks him and runs inside*

Rachel: O.O Ok, I can see why you don't like her doing that now.

Bob: *sighs* What can you do?

Rachel: Against Batman, not much. *wry sympathetic smile*

Bob: *grins at her, and then looks around and taps his watch* Eve?

Eve: *absently* //In my room, playing with my 3DS.//

Bob: Good girl. *taps watch again and lowers arm*

Rachel: At least one of them's good.

Bob: *wry look* Taking the 3DS apart will keep her quiet for the rest of the afternoon. Putting it back together will give me something to do while I listen in tonight.

Rachel: *smirks* You don't make her do that?

Bob: I don't want it trying to take over the world.

Rachel: *raises eyebrow*

Bob: I learned with the animatronic doll. *lifts brows*

Rachel: Oooookaaaay...

Bob: The kid's half Wayne and half Kryptonian. Do I need to say anymore?

Rachel: Nope. *turns her attention to the robot*

Recon: ...and so zen I could take you on a tour of... Hello? How long has sis been off?

Bob: *glances over* Huh?

Recon: *shakes the tablet and pokes it* Hello? I lost se call!

Rachel: Or she hung up...

Bob: *sympathy* Tough luck. Did you have a good talk?

Recon: *bounces back to giddy* YES! I didn't efen haf to use my holoform!

Bob: *grins* I know how that feels.

Rachel: So... we gonna do this? *shifts the bag on her shoulder*

Recon: Hmm? Do vhat?

Bob: We've got some files for you, Recon. What format do you like? *friendly grin continues as he pokes at the mini tablet that he just took off his belt*

Recon: *perks* Voxell packet?

Bob: Well, I have Nexus Chameleon. It can adapt to any type you want.

Recon: *slightly disappointed* Oh. Ok.

Bob: *pokes at the tiny tablet, and then unspools a wire from it and offers it* Here you go.

Recon: *reaches down a long claw that opens at the end to reveal a data port*

Rachel: *watches the exchange with slight interest*

Bob: *watches the connector on the wire reconfigure itself, and then plugs the wire into the port*

file: *downloads easily, does a quick, un-intrusive scan of its new surroundings, and then becomes the file type Recon had wanted*

Recon: *takes two seconds to read the file* Drug cartel? Small potato. Ve'll make seir heads spin.

Bob: Well you're just the car and the driver, remember. *lifts brows for emphasis*

Recon: And extra optics, audios, and receifers. *smirks*

Bob: *warning look for Recon* Don't do anything we'll regret.

Rachel: Yeah, this is a stealth mission.

Recon: Vhat do you sink I did for seferal million years, hm?

Bob: *pokes at his tablet after unplugging it* Beats me. I can't find any data on you , and I haven't gotten to look at what the boss has yet.

Rachel: *rolls eyes* She's not from my reality. *to Recon* Ok, let's see your chauffer.

Recon: *sits up, arms akimbo, and projects a form which flickers a bit before showing her verse's Linda Carter in a chauffer's uniform and orange visor*

Bob: *blink blink* Well that won't work.

Rachel: *scrunches up her face* No, no, that's horrible!

Recon: *blank* Vhat? Vhat's wrong?

Bob: It looks just like a very well-known celebrity.

Rachel: That's Bruc-... Brenda Wayne in this world! Kinda suspect...

Recon: Oh... Vell... who should I be?

Rachel: Literally anyone else.

Bob: *helpfully* I have a few pictures.

Recon: *pouts* No, I haf... *scrolling through data* I haf somevone else... *can only find one more human whose physical data she can extrapolate* *holoform shifts again to a shorter Hispanic female with the same outfit*

Bob: *quizzical look to Rachel to see what she thinks of that*

Rachel: *thinks* That could work, if you lose the hat.

Recon: *changes the form accordingly, then tries speaking out of it this time* How is sis?

Bob: *uncertainly* Isn't the accent wrong?

Rachel: *scrunches face again... and can't resist a face palm either* Urrrrgghhh...

Bob: 6_6

Rachel: How long have you been with humans again?

Recon: *annoyed* Two years.

Bob: 9_9

Rachel: Can you possibly tone down the accent..... Aaaaall the way?

Recon: *small scowl* Sat vill take a vhile.

Bob: *shocked out of expressive silence* Really?

Recon: Yes. Fife of your minutes.

Bob: Oh. That's not a while. *leans out to check roof for children and animals*

Rachel: Whatever. I'm gonna pee before we go. Considering I'm wearing fireproof underwear, it may take a while. *turns and walks back inside*

Bob: o.0 She's going to the wrong shop.

Recon: She hasn't shopped in se Nexus? *holoform turns off as she processes*

Bob: If she had, she'd have fireproof pants that didn't hold up the show.

Recon: *nods* *processors whirring away*

Bob: *gives her a curious look* How did you wind up here today?

Recon: *stares at him, then points to her head*

Bob: *brow quirk* BRB, updating?

Recon: *nods*

Bob: Okay. *sidesteps*

Clark: *appears where Bob had been, then looks around with surprise* Not again.

Bob: *squeezes his shoulder* Don't feel bad. At least you didn't knock anyone over this time.

Clark: *sighs and nods, then turns to walk inside*

Recon: *blinks in confusion*

Bob: *looks around, and then watches a crow walk across the grounds*

Recon: *taps fingers on her knees*

Bob: *looks toward the sound, then quizzically at her face*

Recon: *annoyed concentration*

Bob: *back to the crow, who is popping the heads off dandelions*

squirrel: *chatters at the crow, picking up all the dandelions*

crow: Thrrpt thrrpt thrrpt. *pops off more heads*

Bob: *conversationally to the two critters* You know you're not fooling anyone. You should just admit you're best buds.

squirrel: *chatters, shoves dandelions in mouth*

Bob: *quiet snerk of amusement at this pair of jokers who keep the grass part of the lawn mushroom and dandelion flower free*

Rachel: *now wearing slacks, conservative heeled boots, red top, and a leather jacket* That didn't take so long. You ready?

Recon: *annoyed stare*

Bob: I think I interrupted her. Look at those two. *nods toward the lawn*

crow: *sneaky sneaking up on the squirrel with a dandelion in his beak*

Rachel: Heh!

squirrel: *hop here, root around, hop there...*

crow: *SUDDENLY DANDELION!*

squirrel: *JUMPS3feetandscramblestothenearesttree* *screech chatter chatter screech*

crow: *amused crow sounds, and then flaps his wings and starts making laughing sounds that he's obviously picked up from one of the kids*

Bob: *more quiet snerk*

Rachel: *laughs*

Recon: *sits up* Finally! *German accent now gone, replaced with standard American*

Bob: Would you believe those two were raised together, and still sleep together in the same nest?

Rachel: Whaat? No.

Bob: Yup. Felix and Oscar were two little things that Adamo carried home last summer.

Rachel: *snerks* That sounds right.

Recon: Hello? I just reprogrammed my language software? ... Nobody?

Bob: First thing in the morning they clear the lawns of mushrooms. Then they have a nap, and then start on the dandelion flowers.

Recon: *turns her holoform back on and walks it next to Rachel*

Rachel: Do they grow that fast-AH! *jumps a little*

Bob: *looks at hRecon* Hi. *grin*

hRecon: Hey. *to Rachel* You ready?

Rachel: *small sigh* Yeah, I guess.

Bob: *slight grin* Just one more thing. Think something with my name in it, so I know which thoughts are yours.

Rachel: Oh! Ok. -Bob is kindof a lame name for a cool guy.- *winces* Oops, sorry...

Bob: *snerk* I'm named after Robert the Bruce. And I thought that was you. You've been trained to focus your thinking?

Rachel: *wonders who Robert the Bruce is* Nooope! *slightly embarrassed*

Bob: Huh. Well you're good at it. And he was a Scottish guy who told the English to go flush themselves.

Rachel: Heh! Thanks.

Recon: That's not fair. When do I get in on this com line?

Bob: *looks up, and there is seriousness and apology in his expression* Sorry. I can't hear cybernetic people.

Rachel: I'm sure they can set up something between you and the Batcave.

Bob: We better not. If things get so bad that you need to call in, Recon, then just call this phone number. *gives it*

Recon: *files it away*

Rachel: Who's on the other end of that?

Bob: One of our people. *slight frown* Not sure who, because they cycle. They'll tell you it's a mortuary.

Rachel: *nods* I won't let it come to that then.

Bob: *grin* Okay. You're good to go. *doesn't look toward squirrel and crow vituperation*

Recon: *shifts to alt mode* *holoform falters, and only grabs the passenger door after it opens*

Rachel: *looks to the car and back to Bob* See 'ya later then. *takes a deep breath and gets in*

Bob: See you, Khantun. Recon, concentrate, okay?

Recon: *shuts the door with the holoform and has it practice walking around to sit in the driver's side* Don't worry, I was programmed for stealth. *drives off*

((Written by random_xtras and ssjmihoshi.))
Continued in Part 3: Place the Coins Upon My Eyes